Her hair it always looks a mess. She could be under stress miss teazyweezy. Why do i let her get my goat. It gives her time to gloat miss teazyweezy. She declares war on everyone.
It's like a rushing fire. I feel my skin perspire.. There's only one thing left to do.. I see the Earth below me part. I hear a gunshot at the start..
See the actors leaving Stratford. Shakespeare holds no secret still. Watch the coin is tossed to the air. When it lands the winner's found. Declares and mocks the tail.
My vision's getting better now; a perspective at last.. There's dawn upon the horizon; the sun is rising fast.. I feel your presence everywhere; there's magic in the air..
Keeping out of trouble. Moving on the double. Got a feeling that this tunnels got an ending soon. Feel like I've been hanging on a lead balloon. Standing to attention.
Leave me alone. Gimme some space. Give it the zero. Got out of my face. Just take a powder. Swallow it whole. Just take a walk. Out into nowhere. Leave me alone.
When I'm asked how the world is treating me. I say I get tired on the wheel. In the land of a thousand kisses. I get dizzy with the mood swings that you feel.
I met a man without a face. With knowledge of the human race. He smelt and felt and dealt with grace. Stupid enough to think that he'd seen it all. . I saw his eyes as he saw mine.
The other night I chanced upon an irate caterpillar. He was irate he had a darting face. Crinkled with old forms. Appendage arms spread out fanlike glancing.
That's me in that car on that road in that light. That's you looking good saying things feeling right. That's us in that frame on that shelf what a sight.
When we met I thought that you'd take off and try to fly. Then a man with giant lips began to catch your eye. You were caught on a hook. It was straight from a book.
A dirty broom an empty room you'll never find a better tomb. The passing of a lasting chill a night a day and time stands still. The walls just stand their stories cold they watch a history unfold.
Oh, the feeling of a joyride coming on.. I know how long I've waited now.. Oh, the ceiling ain't so far above my head;. I want to hit it with my plough..
Funny how time can take you by surprise. It creeps up in the night to give you butterflies. I'm happy spending time with you it's the thing to do I love it but I'm sure.
Golden brown texture like sun. Lays me down with my might she runs. Throughout the night. No need to fight. Never a frown with golden brown. . Every time just like the last.
I know a gingerbread girl. With diamonds for eyes and a necklace of pearls. She's got a message for me. She said, I've got to be free so stop following me.
There's a man holding onto a baby and it's screaming out your name. There's one or two uptight women on this brand new plane. Been held up in the frost in Moscow and I'm getting out fast.
If all the food. The warsmen ate was sent around the world. No one would have to work. A single day. . If all the money. In the banks was left to boy and girl.
God it takes so long. You have to be so strong. When they try to prove you wrong. Get the first bus to Babylon. You wanna be alone. You try to disconnect the phone.
Tie you up in a kind of logic. Don't think you can get away. It's a case of applied mathematics. Just as sure as night follows day. Ain't no use putting up resistance.